[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

This winter has not passed yet, but for Mo, his world is no longer just a boring blank.

He was squatting by a stove, grimacing, with a little gray chick bouncing around at his feet.

"Ah! I won't do it anymore, it's so annoying!"

He threw the fan on the ground and sat back on the ground.

The chick looked at the stove and at the ink, pecked at the turquoise fan, and was swept into the air by the whirlwind emitted by the fan. It struggled for a long time with its fluffy wings, and was caught by a palm when it was about to fall to the ground. Hold on tight.

Mo Qi raised his head, and saw a person just bent down.

The man put the chick into Mo's hands, then pinched his snow-white sleeves and began to wipe the ashes from Mo's face.

Mo didn't move, just looked up at him like this.

"Get up, the ground is cold."

Seeing that Mo didn't respond, the man sighed, passed his left arm through the bend of Mo's knee, wrapped his right hand around his waist, and hugged Mo directly.

Mo froze because of his sudden movement, holding the chick in both hands, motionless.

The man didn't care about Mo's reaction, and walked into the inner room with the stunned man in his arms. He didn't intend to put Mo down, but sat on the large and soft bed first, and then let Mo sit on his lap.

"Okay, don't be angry," he gently rubbed Mo's hair: "Be obedient."

The chick tactfully jumped away from Mo's hand, ran to the farthest corner of the soft cave and squatted down, shrinking into a fluffy ball.

Mo didn't speak, and the man wasn't annoyed, he started to comb the long hair behind Mo with his fingers, and the cool touch between his fingers made him squint his eyes comfortably.

Like every time in the past, it was Mo who lost in the end.

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, resting his chin on his folded forearms.

"I'm not wrong." Mo's voice was muffled, but his tone was firm.

The man stopped combing his hair, and after a long silence, he finally put his hand on Mo's back and patted Mo comfortingly.

His hands were extremely cold, and he could feel the frighteningly low temperature through the ink on his clothes.

"...I'd better go make a fire." Mo was grabbed just as he was about to stand up, and because he was defenseless, he fell directly into the soft couch.

"No, just sleep with me for a while."

Mo originally wanted to say something, but when he saw those blue eyes, he nodded.

A cold kiss fell on the corner of his eye. "Close your eyes."

Mo obediently closed his eyes, and got into that embrace habitually.

The sounds of breathing and heartbeat were slowly slowing down, and when they finally stopped, Mo opened his eyes.He stretched out his hand without any expression and placed it on the cheek of the person in front of him.

Cold and hard.

Mo blinked quickly, suppressing the soreness on the tip of his nose and the heat around his eye sockets.

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The "person" born from the giant tree was the one that Mo Xin wanted, but it wasn't him either.

Mo had to keep recalling the "Mo" that the man called out in a very small voice when he saw him for the first time.If not, perhaps he would have been overwhelmed by a great sense of loss.

——That person doesn't have any memory, and he doesn't even remember that he was called Mo by his name.

He doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know what everything in the world is. Compared with a god or a human being, he is more like an empty shell without memory and emotion.

Memory is the most important part of human beings.

Without memory, it is equivalent to not having those past and experiences, and a person without memory will no longer be the person he was at the beginning.But just because of the unclear "Mo", Mo couldn't ignore him.

Mo taught him to recognize objects and characters, taught him to perceive wind, rain, light and snow, day and night.

His body is not like any kind of creature. He needs to eat continuously, but does not produce any metabolites, as if... all the food is transformed into the energy that drives this body to run.

Every few days, his body temperature would suddenly drop at a certain moment, which would make every inch of flesh and blood feel extremely painful.

When the heart is too frozen to stop beating, he will become like a piece of crystal clear ice.It wasn't until a day and night passed that the ice-like transparent and hard skin gradually became warm and soft.

Mo never called him "Luo".

Mo's name comes from Mo Lian, and Luo's name comes from Luo Tu.

Mo is called Mo Lian in this world, and that person... Mo calls him Mo Bai.

Mo is not even willing to use any pronunciation related to "Luotu" to call him, because - he is not his Luo.

Mo Bai is very fragile, which is the complete opposite of Luo.

A part of this world is humans who can summon and manipulate the natural elements through symbols and spells, and what guides these elements is a pure energy buried within them.This kind of energy is extremely dangerous to Mo Bai, not to mention Mo's own extremely destructive divine power.

When Mo treated Mo Bai, he was like a man with hot hands holding an ice puppet, cautious and fearful.

——Mo never wanted to see that accident again.

Although he has lived in the world he created for a short time, it does not mean that Mo is used to being a human being.

He doesn't need to eat, he doesn't need to sleep, he doesn't feel hot or cold, but Mo Bai is different.

At the beginning, Mo Bai ate all the ready-made dishes that Mo had put in the space spirit bag to keep fresh. In the bag.

There are not many dishes, and they are all eaten in half a month.

Mo was not worried about leaving Mo Bai alone, and because of the vague thoughts in his heart, he did not want others to see Mo Bai.

Therefore, the black god who had never cooked had to support himself in the huge forest.

When preparing a plump broiler for Mo Bai for the first time, Mo roasted it directly with his own method.Bright red light spots surrounded him, keeping a good distance and slowly heating the food floating in the air.

Mo Bai didn't know what scorching heat was at that time, he was still standing beside Mo, and he didn't even notice that the fabric on his elbow was shrunk.

Mo was too involved, he only wanted to make this roast chicken juicy, delicious, and he didn't notice Mo Bai's situation at all.When he felt that the roast chicken was almost cooked, he turned around and saw that half of Mo Bai's face had become translucent.

The roast chicken, which lost its strength, fell to the ground from mid-air, and at the same time, the light spots lost control because of Mo's panic. They jumped into the dead branches and leaves used to build the simple shed, and the flames burst into the sky in an instant.

The more anxious Mo was, the more out of his control Huo became.

He didn't care about other things, and rushed out holding Mo Bai whose limbs were already stiff.

Thanks to the surrounding snow, the fire did not tend to spread after burning the shed, but Mo Bai did not wake up after a long time.